And this is the second part of my Christmas gift, Pawsies! And this is also for Icyblu24, for making my life happy with her HiruMamo schmoot. :P
Betaing credit goes to the awesome RapturesRevenge, as usual. :D
To celebrate that I finally finished reading that damn manga, hahaha!
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Promise
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It wasn't like the last time he kissed her. This time, it was smug and a tad exhilarating. Their first kiss was full of frustration, anger, and determination.
When he asked her to help him with his uniform, she almost shouted at him in apprehension. Gaou had done a terribly good job, and it was just a matter of time until the Devilbats were defeated. This he knew, though he still had faith in his team, despite the fact that he wasn't as open about it as most captains were. Of course, she knew that rather well, because he hid too much behind a mask – a wall, really – of obstinacy and arrogant madness. He was too blind to see that his team looked up to him like the leader that he was.
That they knew, because they'd been locked up together in the clubhouse one too many times, plotting strategies, some clever, some outrageous to the point of being dangerous. She had always protested against this, but he had always reassured her with the same blatant lie claiming that he was almighty. And in some ways, he was.
But in others, he was just as human as everybody else.
Mamori could still remember how he had shivered, trying to hide the pain while she was sliding the amefuto shirt on. He didn't say a word, but she could feel how much he was enduring. Because of the team, because of the Christmas Bowl.
He observed her tears gathering in her eyes, but didn't comment on them. It was better to act, he concluded as he ducked his head at the same time that he encircled her waist with his good arm. The other arm just hung at his side, but the torrent of heat that brought the feeling of her lips on his was enough to numb his pain.
That was back then; afterwards, they didn't comment on anything, but he knew –like the back of his hand– that she was eaten up inside because of the confusion brought on by that moment.
It was better that way, he had thought when they entered the Tokyo Dome. He needed his head clear for the upcoming game, but the worry in her eyes just made him feel the urge to push her against the wall and kiss her stupid.
With a flash of pointy teeth, he merely made a covert hand sign that reassured her.
Wait.
And with that little lie with a flavor of a deeper promise, she did just that.
The second kiss was just after the rest of the team entered the showers, drunk with victory and blinded by the light reflected in the silver Christmas Bowl cup. In that moment they were alone, anyone could step out of the locker room and see them entangled against the other, but the danger made everything more thrilling. He just glanced at her happy smile and acted upon his own desires.
Lips against lips, the seal of their interaction was made just then. She had passed from fucking manager to damn girlfriend, but seeing her blush when he muttered those words to her before firing a round at the other members of the team was entirely worth it.
It wasn't like the first, she decided, watching him cackling in wicked glee as he chased Sena and the others with one of his AK-47.
But the second kiss made her realize that she hadn't been completely secretive with her feelings, and he had read her like an open book, like he always did with the others. It was just a matter of time, but she was glad that she hadn't had to say anything.
It was just priceless, Hiruma mused, for the devil to have an angel by his side. Devils didn't ask Gods for favors, but deep, deep down, he was grateful for her devotion.
He just couldn't wait for their third kiss.
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~ Tenna' ento lye omenta ~
This is because we know they're so canon it hurts, hahaha! :P